“There are two ways of spreading light:
to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”— Edith
Wharton
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“If each day
falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.”— Pablo
Neruda
Midweek
Motif ~ Light
Our words can create both darkness and light. For
today stick to Light; whatever Light means to you. A compare and contrast will
also do.
Choose any parts of speech you prefer your ‘Light’
to be in: noun, adjective, verb.
As I am writing this I am thinking of Helen Keller
who preferred to walk with a friend in the dark than walking alone in light.
Now, to share a few poems with you:
With The Light Of Eye
by Rabindranath Tagore
With the light
of eye I’d seen what the world displayed.
Today I look within when all light is
erased.
Sight can’t
arrest you yet the heart is replete
with you,
Now in your own light I desire to gaze
at you.
In my play-room we had played
together.
In the ravaging storm toys have been
shattered.
Let’s end that mere play and souls’
union be made—
Lute is broken, my heart string I
strum.
(Translated by Sumana Roy)
Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines
by Dylan Thomas
Light
breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
Light Is More Important Than The Lantern
by Nizar Quabbani
Light is
more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
They are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
They are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.
Please share your new poem
using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—
(Next
week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Peace)
